was a school night, but it was the only way she could think of to get Hen out of here. I consider it inspired.â
âSo do I.â My estimation of Kit soared. Coming up with a quick, clever, humane move under appalling circumstances, she could still regret it being a school night.
Henry said, âI insisted she and Dan stay home tonight.â
âGood. Now, you go home too, dear. Is the snow very bad? I hope youâre not driving in this.â
âNo, Tina has the car. Iâll cab it.â
âSo go.â
âNot till Dan comes in at six.â
I believe thereâs an expression that âsomething snaps inside you.â In my case it wasnât so much a snap as a surge of pure rage.
âHenry, Iâm sick to death of bodyguards and special food and long-suffering relatives standing by! I almost wish Dwight Dunlop would walk in this room right now. Iâd spit in his eye as he killed meâjust so you saw him do it.â I gulped my coffee. âDamn! I wish I could just talk to the police, I mean, in a sort of general wayââ
âMom, youâd never forgive yourself if you tipped your hand. Remember, we have to consider Salâs safety. Sheâs going to be Dunlopâs ultimate shield.â
âOh, poor Sal, poor Salâ¦â I realized my voice was trailing. âWhy do I feel weird again?â
âItâs the shot. Dr. Cullen said itâs the kind that will let you come up for a while and then youâll go down again. Itâsââ
âItâs a plot to keep me woozy!â I cried, as indignantly as wooziness would allow.
âYes, actually.â Henry leaned over and kissed me. âWe knew youâd be like a raging lion. Donât fight it. By the way, Iâm taking a few daysâ vacation. See you later.â
âMust you sit outside that door?â I murmured, wishing terribly that someone was sitting outside Salâs door â¦
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I surfaced to halfhearted light and the snow on the window turning to rain. A young nurse was washing my face, and Dr. Cullen was standing by the bed.
âMrs. Gamadge, I know youâll be disappointed, but you canât go home just yet.â
I glared at her around the facecloth. âWhatâs âjust yetâ? Not today?â
âAnd not tomorrow. Youâve suffered a severe shock.â
âYou bet I have. I need to go home and recuperate.â
She didnât smile. âYou need to stay right here. Donât fight me, and I promise to let you go on Christmas Eve.â
Christmas. Was that still going to happen in the midst of all this horror? I put my hands up and pressed the warm, damp facecloth against my eyes. I said, âIâm in a fog. Whenâs Christmas?â
âSaturday. This is Wednesday.â
I looked at the wall. Dear Santa, for Christmas I would like Dwight Dunlop behind bars. The nurse dried my face and left. Dr. Cullen drew a chair to the bed and sat down. Her hand on my pulse, she said, âYour son told me you know who killed your friend but you canât prove it.â
âYes.â I turned my head and looked at her. âWere you in the hospital when it happened?â
âNo. I was at home. Iâd just talked to your son on the phone, and I was coming to the hospital to see another patient, so I said Iâd stop by to tell youâ¦â
âI could go home.â
âYes. When I got here the police were all over the place. Of course, I didnât connect it with you when they said a woman had been murdered in the chapel.â
Murder in the cathedral. I am in no danger, only near to death â¦
She released my wrist and sat back in the chair. âYour son also told me this man is the same one who tried to kill you.â
âYes.â
âAnd that you know a woman who is more or less hostage to him.â
âYes.â
âAnd of
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